“Full disclosure, I only have two twenties,” he says with a chuckle. “The rest are fives and ones.”

Steve stares as the shorts come down, swallowing hard at the sight of her round ass. God, he wants to reach out and touch so badly. His hand crinkles the twenty and there’s a small part of him that wants to see how much he could get away with, but he ignores it. He’s not about to be that asshole at a strip club, and she told him he couldn’t, so he has to respect that. But god, he wants.

So he lifts his hand and plucks at the thin strap of her underwear at her hip, lifting it away from her skin just enough to tuck the twenty in without really touching her, and then pulls his hands away entirely.